Combat Maid Harem Novelas e Histórias

She had been caught. In reflex the maid screamed, running out of the door like a mad woman. The she devil, Kaimara was faster. She ran after her, caught her by the ankle and dragged her into the room again. The maid was her prey. A devilish glint shone in Kaimara's eyes. " What did you see? " " Nothing. Please don't kill me I swear I didn't see anything. " " Lies! " Kaimara snapped, snarling crazily like a beast. Hungrily, she bit her lip, towering above the maid like a prey.

I had no right to be jealous because I wasn't his girlfriend. I was just a maid hoping he would notice one day but I knew vaguely that would happen. As the days passed, different women came to the mansion.It' already his habit to change women every day. I just focused my attention on working and was content to be loved far away. "Whoever woman Sir Elijah brings here, it's tiring to clean her bed," Beth complained. "I'll be the one to clean Beth," I volunteered. "Let me do this! maybe your innocent mind will become wild, haha ​​!, "she told me laughing.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

she said, “if you’re not here to turn things upside down, I guess we can start over.” The others nodded, and soon, they were introducing themselves one by one. The auburn-haired woman was named Mara, and she was the daughter of one of the elders. Beside her was Ella, a shy blonde who had been in the harem for only a few months. Then there was Leila, a striking brunette who seemed to be one of the older concubines, and finally, Cassie, a cheerful woman with bright green eyes who was clearly the most talkative of the group. Things were going surprisingly well—until she spoke up.

I replied. Thalia began to laugh out loudly. “Did you just say that Prince Havoc Blackstorm of this amiable household considers you a friend?” She asked and I nodded in response. She began to laugh again then she said. “Stop being delusional, unless you dream of becoming a concubine, sorry I meant to say a Harlot. Then you should please continue to live in your delusions, because you are not noble enough to become one.” I guess getting spoiled by the Blackfang has taught me to not know my limits. As a maid it is forbidden to dream of a nobleman, even if the mating bond is in action. A ritual would be held to break the bond between the maid and the young man.

I rephrased back her words. "Yes I did but he has a maid. It's different. A maid" She emphasized. I wish it's truely different but seemed more than that and I have caught Peter staring at her before, even the so called Maid. That's why I warned her to limit her closeness with him 'cos it seemed like there's something going or something coming up. Jeez! Now she have the nerves to talk back at me. "You are right mom, it should be different. It should be maid and a mister"

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

“They trained you well.” He replaced fingers with cock in one brutal thrust. She was lifted onto her toes, impaled, the hedge scraping her nipples raw as he fucked her in short, savage strokes. His hand clamped over her mouth when she got too loud. He came with a hiss, spilling deep, then pulled out and left her trembling, gown in tatters, his release trickling down her thighs. She staggered onward before the next hunter found her scent. The second was a woman. Amara stumbled into a small clearing lit by a single red lantern. A masked woman in a backless black gown waited, gloved fingers trailing a riding crop. She smiled like a cat.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

The maid was constantly trying to get me to fuck her. My doors opened and I turned, locking eyes with the maid, Ariel. I eyed her suspiciously. She held a large brush-broom in her hand. The girl was a beauty, a complete coincidence that she bore the same name as my mate and was almost as gorgeous. She closed the door and bowed lowly. “Cleaning your quarters my lord.” She said in her a childish voice.